Chapter 11. You’ll Need a Gun

Georgia’s POV

He is a monster. A Goddamn monster. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him so much.

I glance at my reflection in the floor-length mirror, wiping his kiss off my lips in disgust. I can still taste him in my mouth, a taste of something bitter like scotch with a whiff of cigarettes. I can still feel his hands on my waist, pulling me to him with force.

The clothes that I have in drenched water drop by drop as I sob pathetically, looking at my feeble self. When will my life be perfect or anywhere near normal? I’m about to take a towel from my dresser when the door creaks open.

Nonna pops her head in, and our eyes meet.

“Oh, dear. What did he do to you?” she asks, and I run to her, sobbing in her arms.

It’s not about what he did to me; it’s about what he didn’t do. Deep down, I knew that Eno would want us to be intimate together, but why does it come as a panic, knowing that sooner or later, I’ll have to give in? He would have raped me! He wou